Some of y’all came in swinging, others slid in with a slow burn, but one thing’s clear, The Sheet Heads never show up quiet. Today’s batch of replies read like a mix between a town hall, a roast, and a group therapy session for the politically exhausted. From RTD rage to rural road ruin, from trail-mix legacies to housing hell, you had thoughts, and as always, I’ve got something to say back. Let’s dive in and get a little rowdy.
Sheet from You, Sheet from Me
I just want to thank you for your unfiltered sheet. It has been a joy to read and agree with 99.9% of the time. It must be age that makes us unfiltered; my filter is broken, too. I blame the uncommon sense people who grace this earth. Anyway, keep sending the sh@#t no matter the content, I enjoy it.
Letitia
From Me, proudly broadcasting from the Land of Broken Filters (aka Johnstown):
You’re damn right, it’s not age, it’s wisdom with a side of fed-up. When you’ve watched enough bureaucratic circus acts and policy faceplants, the filter doesn’t just break, it vaporizes. I blame the same “uncommon sense” crowd you do, the ones who think feelings are facts and gas stoves are weapons. I’ll keep sending the Sheet as long as you keep reading it. Unfiltered, unapologetic, and occasionally unprintable – just the way we like it.
Do you know someone who could lead the Weld County GOP to get a few people together to get an office space? I think it would require raising at least $50,000 to get it going. We sure do need it!!!!
John
From Me, reporting from the 21st century (and not a landline):
John, thanks for reading The Scott Sheet and for jumping into the deep end of the party politics pool. But since we’re going full inside baseball, let me shoot you straight – I couldn’t disagree more. Party offices are relics from 1982. These days, we’ve got Zoom, Slack, group texts, and campaign apps. Dropping $50K on a space so a few Republicans can sit around answering phones – if another boomer decides to call – just doesn’t pencil out anymore.
Want to make an impact? Use that money to fund door-knocking, data, digital ads, or hell – just Uber yard signs straight to people’s houses. Better yet, get volunteers doing real voter contact. We don’t need real estate, we need results. Just my two cents, but I’ll put those pennies on a candidate before I put them on the office carpet.
Scream
Charyn
From Me, screaming into the void and loving it:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
There. I screamed. Felt good. Now you try it—out loud, into the wind, preferably while holding a tax bill or reading a new state regulation. It’s the Colorado therapy we all need, and it’s cheaper than yoga.
I think it’s wonderful that you are having coffee with the red-faced man who approached you. I can’t get over the depth of hatred and anger that I see in the liberal party. One of my cousins in GA. refuses to ever speak to me again because Trump won. 🥴🤦♀️
Tami
Apparently no loss there.
I also commend that man for being willing to talk to you! Often, people with opposing views just shut the door once they verbally assault you. I hope the two of you have a great conversation! Keep it coming Scott! Love the way you deliver information! Facts blended with sarcastic humor without completely tearing anyone apart.
Have a great day and God Bless!
From Me, caffeinated and cautiously hopeful in Johnstown:
Tami, I really appreciate your note, and I’m with you on the value of actual conversation. That red-faced guy could’ve just shouted and stormed off, but instead, we’re grabbing coffee. That’s rare these days, and frankly, refreshing.
But here’s something I’ve learned the hard way: hate doesn’t wear just one party’s jersey. I’ve seen it spewed from both sides – liberal, conservative, and everyone in between when they forget that politics doesn’t erase humanity. We’re told to imitate God in everything we do, and I’m pretty sure that command doesn’t come with a partisan disclaimer. That means leading with love. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Especially when it’s undeserved.
So yes, let’s keep talking, keep laughing, and keep the door open – even when someone’s pounding on it with a campaign sign. God bless, Tami.
This article hit me right in the permit backlog. I’ve been trying to build a shop on my own damn land for over a year. Red tape’s thicker than rebar.
Frank in Loveland
From Me, east of Loveland and on the right side of the county line:
Frank, you’d have better luck getting a zoning waiver on the moon. Colorado’s got a housing crisis, and the state’s acting like a HOA on steroids. Glad you survived the paperwork gauntlet long enough to read the Sheet.
You make it sound like regulations are the enemy, but some of us like knowing our neighborhoods won’t turn into strip malls overnight.
Lori in Johnstown
From Me, same place as Lori:
Lori, I’m all for guardrails, but Colorado’s built a regulatory parking lot. There’s a difference between smart planning and strangling progress with a paper chokehold.
Your RTD piece had me spitting out my coffee. Bureaucrats collecting checks while trains run empty? Peak Colorado dysfunction.
Randy in Fort Lupton
From Me:
Randy, it’s like RTD is running a ghost train through a money pit. They should be handing out free popcorn at board meetings; they’re already performing like clowns.
It’s easy to bash public transit, but people rely on RTD. Not everyone can afford to drive. This felt unfair.
Jess in Denver
From Me, north of Denver:
Jess, I’m not against public transit; I’m against wasting hundreds of millions on a system that doesn’t work. If RTD were a business, it would’ve been repo’d three CEOs ago.
The line about “trail mix and tumbleweeds” just about killed me. Polis can’t fill potholes but wants a legacy in granola. Spot on.
Deb in Greeley
From Me in Johnstown:
Deb, his legacy’s looking less like a statesman and more like a REI loyalty card. Meanwhile, the rest of us are dodging potholes with blown shocks and empty wallets.
Finally, someone’s paying attention to what rural folks deal with. Our roads look like war zones while the Front Range gets shiny toys.
Clayton in Eaton
From Me:
Clayton, Polis will pave a bike lane before he fills a county pothole. If your road doesn’t connect to a Whole Foods, it’s invisible to this crowd. Glad to put a spotlight on what they’d rather ignore.
That’s all you sent…
Before you slam your laptop shut or yell into your steering wheel, don’t forget, this isn’t just a rant, it’s a conversation. Smash that reply button, scroll down to the comment section, or yell at a cloud and cc me – I don’t care how you get it out, I just want to hear it. If we’re gonna fix this state (or at least survive it), it starts by saying what needs to be said, out loud, in public, and with no damn filter.
